Almost everyday, we are exposed, in some way and in varying degrees, to the suffering and pleas of those in need

Do we stop to consider that we, in all ways, are too in constant variegating need?

We set our wants in thoughts and deeds, to receive and satisfy some, but not all, of our needs?

What if things were not so easy to obtain and we had to look to charity to achieve each aim?

Impoverished, in charitable need, I would never willingly want to concede.

The mysteries of life teaches me to take heed, to learn that nothing is one hundred percent guaranteed, reminding me that when I sit at my table to take a bite from my lot, to take heed I am free from not when the table decides to turn, serves and dictates that I eat my plate of charitable need

We can elect to have our say about the suffering in need

We read the news, glean the pictures, view the images and take in the hearsay but what do we do for those in need?

Feed the needy or breed the greedy, the birth of need?

Whether battling in need or languishing in greed, without the right enrichment being fed, true aspects of life are bound to be dead.

Copyright © August 2008 The Poetress